Clean Slate

I pray your home isn’t furniture stained with the residue of your past lovers.
I hope you’ve forgotten her lingo.

I hope you don’t engage me at your mourning stage,
I pray you don’t carry tombstones in your back pocket,
I hope you closed the casket.

I am not another life support no matter how much I resemble her form,
regardless of how my body mimics her silhouette,
I cannot fill the cast,
I am not that fluid.

I hope we build our love, our home on fresh virginal terrain.
I hope your love comes with no of remnants of a past love.

I hope nothing is off the table,
because of how she did it.
I pray you aren’t trying to white out your past mistakes.
I pray in my heart that you aren’t loving her vicariously through me.

I hope all your heartbreaks debt is reconciled,
I hope she reaped her spoiled fruits.

I hope I don’t have to untangle her knots.
I wish not to unbraid her twists.

I don’t want it at stage 3.
Don’t make me pull the plug.